Alice called the search team for me, because *she cares when I'm lost in the woods and freezing to death* **unlike some people I know.** π€
(This is a running joke that started on Thursday, calm down. Breathe in and out of this paper bag. I *know* you care β€οΈ. That's it, breathe slower. Panic attack averted! π«)
You know that saying, "Not all who wander are lost"? πΊοΈ
Uh, that's not true in this case. Send a search party, tell them I'll be by the big rock. π»
I'm feeling nature-y this week. *Au naturale.* At one with the wild. Connecting with my primitive roots. Rolling in mud. Um. Sowing my oats? Planting my corn? Massaging my waterbuffalo? Oh crap, help, I've gone too far with this nature thing. π
Hard at work or hardly working? (Definitely the former, sigh π΄) I'm filming season three of Primary all weekend so I'll be in and out (but mostly out--this porn ain't gonna film itself! π)
Okay, this is going to sound like a joke, but it isn't. π¬
Can someone please explain what "apple bottom jeans" are π? I get the boots with the fur bit, but this apple bottom thing is a *mystery* that has haunted me for years π». And I don't want to google it because that's cheating.
I understand that this is an unusual office for a therapist. Yes, most therapists don't have Snorlax for a chair. But I need you to be open to the process. Are you willing to be open?
πCasey's Rebill Allianceπ! Your April coupon has arrived! It might be a little... on fire. In like, a bad way (there was an accident... π₯π§Έπ₯)
*BUT!* It still works. So check your messages!
This Friday, I ask you the eternal question that haunts all of our waking moments.
*Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?* πππ€π€π€π€π€π€π€π€